I haven’t written in a long time. Currently at 6,030 words, a far cry from the 50,000 I was supposed to have done by November 30th. I am ok with that, though. I took on this challenge knowing that I wouldn’t have 50,000 words done in 30 days, but hoping it would get me back in the habit of writing on a daily basis. I haven’t been writing daily, but I have been writing regularly, which is much better than prior to NaNoWriMo.
I’d planned on adding to the novel today but something else needs my attention. I’ll still be writing, though. Just not for the novel.
I’m hoping I can get to 10,000 words by the end of the month. and if I can keep that up for four more months, I’ll be extremely proud of myself.
T. McMillan gave some writing advice once online, which is turning out to be not as simple as it sounds: "Don’t tell you’re readers what is happening. SHOW them."
I have four hours to devote to writing, but my laptop will die in 2.5 hours and the Starbucks in which I sit has no electrical outlets. What luck!
I have decided though, that I will devote my 2.5 hours to writing out an outline to follow. At this point, I have over 5200 words, but I feel like I am starting to ramble. I need to establish some direction for this story so I wont feel so lost everyday when I attempt to add to it.
Plus, planning to do stuff excites me.
It’s the actual work that makes me shiver in my boots.
Did I ever tell you that I can only write in either complete silence or with very low music in the background?
Somebody’s grandpa is in the library coughing up gravy, blood clots, and corn nuts every 3 minutes.
My earbuds are missing in action.
These two situations = I CANNOT FOCUS ON MY TASK.
0 words today.
I’m leaving. Gonna get me some iced lemon cake from Starbucks. And try again tomorrow…somewhere else.
1056 words down. Total: 5,209
I’ll need to do 1,948 words per day to finish by Nov 30th.
I am so proud of myself. Even though I felt stuffy and sneezy, I made myself stay at Barnes & Noble’s Starbucks until 9:34p. The result was 2610 words down.
They may look like gibberish and crap, but they’re still words strung together to make sentences which tell a somewhat legible story. *pats self on the back*